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LADY GERALDINE'S COURTSHIP.
Ever, evermore the while in. a slow silence she kept smiling,—
While the shining tears ran faster down the blushing of her cheeks;
Then with both her hands enfolding both of his, she softly told him,
"Bertram, if I say I love thee,. . . 'tis the vision only speaks."
Softened, quickened to adore her, on his knee he fell before her —
And she whispered low in triumph—"It shall be as I have sworn!
Very rich he is in virtues,—very noble—noble, certes;
And I shall not blush in knowing, that men call him lowly born!"
END OF VOL. I.
LONDON:
BRADBURY AND EVANS, PRINTERS, WHITEFRIARS.
